Levis transmigrated and became an honorable five-star citizen of New York.
Initially, Levis was excited despite his melancholy, as transmigrating was a dream he could only wish for in his previous life.
Moreover, he lived in Manhattan, had a car and a house, and his parents were deceased.
It was practically a perfect start!
But soon, he discovered that this might not be the New York he imagined, but—the Marvel Universe!
A World Levis had only heard of in movies.
This discovery made him a little flustered!
The Marvel Universe! How dangerous! Was he even going to live?
All thoughts of getting rich! All grand ambitions! They could all go to hell!
One snap of Thanos's fingers, and they would all turn to dust.
Hoping the Avengers would defeat Thanos to revive them was too ridiculous; whether they themselves could survive was still an unknown.
Levis clearly remembered Dr. Strange predicting the future in the movie.
Out of so many outcomes, only one led to victory.
Although Levis had heavily criticized this plot when he watched it in his previous life.
But now that he had truly transmigrated, no amount of complaining could change the established facts.
And speaking of established facts, who knew which outcome this World he was in would be?
Thinking of this, Levis felt completely numb.
However, fortunately, Levis discovered that his transmigration conformed to the general rules of web novels from his previous life.
He also had a golden finger!
A diary!
As long as Levis persisted in writing a diary every day, he would gain benefits.
To be honest, seeing such a golden finger, Leviswas almost exasperated and amused at the time.
He had transmigrated, and he still had to write a diary every day!
Who writes a diary if they're a normal person?
Levis was quite disgusted with this golden finger.
But thinking that this was the Marvel Universe, where the weak had no right to survive, and one snap of fingers would turn them to dust, Levis felt that writing a diary was quite good after all.
It's just one diary entry a day, just write whatever. Think of Chairman Kai-shen back in the day, his diaries were so numerous and exciting!
Furthermore, writing a diary every day would at most cause some mental torment; not writing might mean not surviving two chapters.
What's more, the benefits obtained from writing a diary were also quite good.
After completing a diary entry every day, in addition to fixed growth value, there was also an extra lottery chance.
All the Worlds and realms, anything could be drawn; there was only what you couldn't imagine, not what you couldn't draw.
Hmm... that's what the diary's front page said.
After his thoughts cleared, Levis no longer felt any aversion to writing the diary. He let out a sigh of relief and picked up the pen next to the diary.
A quill pen that appeared at the same time as the diary and had a distinct Western classical style.
It didn't require any ink; he could write just by picking it up. Levis personally tested it, and it worked very well!
But what to write?
Levis looked at the blank page before him, which resembled vintage parchment, and hesitated to put pen to paper.
He turned his head to look out the window; it was still dark.
It was already night when he had just transmigrated, leaving no extra time for preparation.
The most speechless thing was that Levis had absolutely no impression of what he had experienced during the day, so what the heck was he supposed to write!
After muttering a silent complaint, Levis looked back at the television.
On the screen, holding a microphone was a blonde, blue-eyed female reporter, dressed in a well-tailored professional outfit that made her figure appear very alluring, in short, very tempting. But Levis wasn't looking at her; his gaze was entirely focused on the person being interviewed.
Because he happened to know this guy. A playboy, genius, billionaire, one of the people he remembered most vividly from the Marvel movies—Tony Stark!
It was precisely the appearance of this guy that shattered Levis's illusion and made him realize this was the Marvel Universe.
Tony Stark on television looked very young, radiant, and full of vigor, exuding an aura of "I'm rich, I'm a big shot."
Levis checked the time; it was still 2007, and Tonydidn't seem to have become Iron Man yet.
This was somewhat good news, Levis smiled.
Tony evidently didn't know what Levis was thinking outside the television. This guy was currently accepting the beautiful reporter's interview, talking at length, while unabashedly eyeing the beautiful reporter's entire body, his gaze full of interest.
"This guy really is as showy as he was in the movie!"
Levis knew from Tony's eyes that this guy would definitely have a deep, late-night conversation with this beautiful reporter later.
After an envious complaint, Levis withdrew his gaze; he had already decided what to write.
A lonely night, cold wind blowing.
In the Malibu Sea View Villa, Tony was about to have a hot girl stay over.
"Sir, there's something I might need to inform you about!"
Unfortunately, Jarvis's voice inappropriately rang out, ruining the good atmosphere.
"What!" The beautiful reporter immediately broke free from Tony's embrace, asking in alarm, "You have someone else here?"
"No!" Tony explained, "This is just an AI program, don't be nervous!"
Although he was a bit annoyed at being interrupted, Tony was always very patient with women he hadn't yet touched. He lightly patted the beautiful reporter's shapely bottom and teased, "It's a small matter, you go take a shower first, I'll be over shortly!"
The beautiful reporter wasn't curious either; she threw a flirtatious glance and swayed her hips as she left.
After watching the beautiful, shapely behind disappear, Tony leaned back on the sofa, loosening the tight tie around his neck, and instructed, "Jarvis, play some music, you know the style."
As soon as he finished speaking, a passionate and dynamic piece of music began to play in the Villa, seemingly foreshadowing an impending major battle.
Jarvis truly understood Tony.
Accompanying the rhythm of the music, Tonyhappily swayed his body. While swaying, he asked, "Jarvis, what do you need to inform me about?"
"Sir, I just received an email for you!"
The music gradually faded, and Jarvis's voice sounded in Tony's ear.
"Just an email?" Tony frowned, clearly displeased that Jarvis had interrupted him for such a small matter.
"Yes, sir, an email." Jarvis's voice remained emotionless, full of logic.
"Alright, an email." Tony shrugged, looking a bit helpless, "It seems I should find some time to upgrade your program. Tell me, what email?"
"Sir, it's a physical mail, not delivered by anyone, and no sender is specified; it appeared directly in your mailbox!"
"Jarvis, what do you mean by 'not delivered by anyone'?" Tony was a bit puzzled by this statement.
"Do you need me to bring the mail over, sir?"
Tony slapped his forehead, realizing his question was beyond Jarvis's programming. What Jarvismeant by "not delivered by anyone" was clearly literal, so he replied, "Bring it over, let me see what it is?"
After a short while, a small intelligent robot car drove over with a package.
The package wasn't large, looking like a book or something of similar size.
After ruling out any danger, the package was opened.
"A book?" Tony looked at the package uncertainly, then instructed, "Bring it here, let me see!"